"As such, you did not use incantation, gesture or conditioned pumped magic. And yet, you accomplished what you wanted to accomplish whereas you couldn't when you used those three.
"In other words, magic is not about incantation, gesture, wand or pumped magic... is it?"
Looking down at her wand resting in her now opened hand she suddenly closed her fist, lowered her arm and marched up to where Harry stood.
"Move aside," she snarled. As Harry calmly stepped to the side, she went into an auror combat stance and looked at the inert mannequins in hate. Suddenly her wand snapped up and she snarled, "Die!" An orange blasting hex leapt from her wand, flew the distance between her and them and slammed into one of the middle mannequins, blasting it apart.
Other than Harry and Luna, the latter who giggled and clapped, the other three stared at the mannequin in shock; that included Tonks. Harry was simply grinning.
He gave it a moment for what just happened to sink in before he calmly said, "Now. Think about what it was you wanted to happen; not the incantation you used, but the intent you wanted. What was it?"
Slowly lowering her wand again, it was a moment for Tonks to reply. "I wanted it to blow up." "And what happened?" asked Harry.
"It blew up!" she firmly replied.
"In other words, it wasn't the incantation, because 'Die' is not the incantation for the blasting hex, it's 'Confringo'. It wasn't the wand gesture because, while you still had a wand in your hand, you only used it to point at your chosen target. It was simply your intent that shaped your magic and your will that drove it to happen," he explained. "Understand, now, what I meant by you need to... unlearn what you've learned?"
When she just nodded, still staring at the mannequin, he turned to both 'retired' Marauders and Luna and asked, "And what about you three? Do you understand?"
"Hell, yes!" Sirius emphatically replied, as Remus simply nodded. Luna merely smirked.
Harry spent time instructing the others, including Luna, on how to use their will rather than 'trained' magical forms to cast magic. Once he had all three up to the same point as Tonks, it was past dinner time and Dobby was down there to remind them of that.
Checking his mechanical watch, Remus said, "He's right. Besides, this new way of casting magic has already tired me out."
"You'll quickly get used to it," said Harry. "We'll come back to it tomorrow afternoon. Luna and I are going shopping in the muggle world tomorrow morning and I'm looking forward to picking up some more 'normal' clothes.
After dinner, Remus and Tonks left, with Tonks saying she'd needed to head right for home as she had an early shift with the aurors the next morning.
After a look between she and Remus, he also left. As they did, Sirius was grinning at his best mate; who blushed, but refused to respond. Once Tonks and Remus had gone, Harry asked, "Okay, what am I missing?" Overly innocent, Sirius asked right back, "What do you mean?" Luna saw it as her responsibility to answer and replied, "They're sleeping together."
"Sorry? What?" asked Harry.
As Sirius snickered, Luna calmly replied, "Remus and Tonks are sleeping together." "After they've first had hot monkey sex and tired themselves out enough," snickered Sirius. Harry blushed and quietly said, "Oh. I didn't know."
Beginning to stop snickering and trying to be more logical, his godfather said, "It's called being discreet, Harry."
After dinner, Harry was being caught up on a lot of what had happened that Luna didn't think important enough to go into the scrapbooks. To do that, Sirius had to read the scrapbooks, himself. It wasn't something he'd done until then.
After Sirius told Harry about Pomfrey, Harry asked, "So, Pomfrey's no longer at Hogwarts?"
"No," replied Sirius. "As I said, the Healers' Collegiate came damned close to stripping her of her medi-witch's credentials. The only way they'd allow her to keep them was if she gave up the post at Hogwarts and went to work at Saint Mungo's, where they could keep an eye on her and she had to answer directly to qualified Healers."
"I bet that pissed off Dumbledore," snorted Harry.
"It did," replied Luna.
Sirius added, "Dumbledore tried to have the 'Mot... the Wizengamot... overrule the Collegiate, but the 'Mot laughed at him. They weren't that stupid they'd go against the Collegiate on a decision that was solely the Collegiate's bailiwick.
"Dumbledore had no choice, but to accept the new medi-witch Saint Mungo's offered. At first, he refused her even access to the school. It took the School Board, stepping in and ordering him to accept her or they'd publicly announce he was trying to block her, before he did."
"So, what's she like?" asked Harry.
"She was nicer than Pomfrey," replied Luna. "Better yet, she would instantly throw Dumbledore back out of the infirmary if he went in and tried to boss her around.
"Dumbledore wanted confidential medical information on 'his' students - something he could get away with, with Madam Pomfrey when she was there - but Madam Mirfield would flat out refuse him. "She then once caught him going through her patient notes. She complained directly to the School Board, the DMLE and the Healers' Collegiate. He never tried that again, but he did try other things."
Harry nodded and said, "Good. It used to really piss me off how Dumbledore would immediately know what Madam Pomfrey found when she examined me. I always thought she was in the wrong for doing that."
"She was," said Sirius. "And, yes, it was a breach of patient confidentiality for her to tell him. That's one of the reasons she was removed from Hogwarts."
"Since then," said Luna, continuing, "Madam Mirfield quit, another took her place and finally there's the one that's there now. The Collegiate have figured out Dumbledore keeps engineering situations where the medi-healer feels they have no choice but to quit, then quits. He then immediately demands back Pomfrey, but is refused. Instead, they send another.
"Dumbledore doesn't know it, or simply refuses to accept it, but he's never going to get Pomfrey back. She's been practically forced to give a Magical Vow she will, never again, be the Hogwarts medi-witch. If the Collegiate run out of capable medi-witches and -wizards to send, they'll start sending Healers.
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